Maryn paced the room while Sherlock sat on the bed. Maryn had no plan, no idea what she was going to do, she didn't know how to escape her brother, she wasn't smarter than her brother!
Sherlock watched her, half-amused, half-concerned. After all, his future was in the hands of this incompetent 28 year old girl, a concept he was not comfortable with.
John was downstairs, sitting in the parlor. He was angry at her, for the lies he couldn't see thru and the comforting he gave to her, when she could have very well helped murder countless people.
Maryn, looked at Sherlock, worried "How mad is he at me?"
"He hates liars" he said.
"I didn't, I just didn't tell him the whole truth!" she wined.
"You're brother doesn't hate you" said Sherlock simply, she gave him a dirty look.
"Well he sure as hell doesn't like me!" she said loudly, Sherlock raised his eyebrows.
"Technical support?"
'I'm good with computers okay!" she yelled, wringing her hands together to keep them from overly shaking, Sherlock noticed.
"How good?" asked Sherlock, Maryn didn't answer and avoided eye contact, he sighed "I should've guessed he'd have someone like you, figuring out history, location, personality profiles. I suppose you're the one who broke into the government data base a few weeks back that Mycroft was complaining about?"
Again Maryn didn't answer.
"Thought so" he said "I'll pack up my clothes and such, while you go talk to John"
"What? Oh right." She said.
She exited the room and walk, slower than needed, down the stairs to go and talk to John.
She stood nervously in the doorway to the parlor; she rocked on her feet adjusting her weight continuously. John was sitting on the couch and his face was in his hands, he didn't notice her.
"John" she said quietly, he looked up but his face hardened when he saw her.
"What?" he asked his voice angry.
"John, I'm sorry I didn't tell you" she said sitting down next to him "But, you wouldn't have trusted me, or listened to me if you knew everything"
"Because this is so much better?" he asked, she looked at him hurt "Any other surprises I should know about? Mary?" she covered her mouth with her hand attempting to suppress a sob.
As soon as he said it he realized he had crossed a line, she stood up, closing her eyes so he wouldn't see the tears.
"Maryn, I'm sorry" he said genuinely, she shook her head her eyes still closed "I didn't mean-"
She ignored him and ran up the stairs. John sat back down breathing out heavily, mad at himself for what he had said in his anger.
A few moments later, Sherlock came down the stairs and looked at John curiously.
"What did you say to her?" he asked, John didn't respond, just shook his head with his palms pressed to his forehead.
"I didn't mean it! I was angry!" said John loudly.
"Maybe you should watch your temper" Sherlock suggested, John gave him a look of derision.
"It wasn't my fault" protested John.
"Some people aren't as tolerant as me, you have to be careful what you say out loud" said Sherlock.
"Okay, you're doing that on purpose!" John stood up, Sherlock tried to resist the urge to smile, but failed miserably.
Maryn then came down the stairs carrying a suitcase, her eyes were slightly puffy and red but she had put on some concealer to hide it, it didn't do a very good job. She paused for a moment looking at the two of them.
"Get your, uh, your things, we need to be going" she said, sniffing. She walked out the door.
Both of the boys gathered their bags and headed outside where another jet was waiting to take them to yet another unknown location. Maryn was already on the jet, but Sherlock and John paused before stepping on.
"John, I may not be the most expert person on this subject but I believe the appropriate thing for you to do in this situation is to um, you know" said Sherlock unsure of himself.
"Apologize?"
"Yes! You should, I can't handle any tension, I need to think" he said
"Oh, for a second there I thought you actually cared how Maryn and I felt" said John
"Don't be silly John" Sherlock shook his head, and walked up the steps to onto the Jet, John rolled his eyes and followed him.
Maryn looked out the window, obviously avoiding looking at the two boys, it was a few minutes before anything was said. They were already up in the air before John finally broke the silence.
"Maryn" he said
"Hm?" she looked at him.
"I just wanted to, uh, you know apologize for what I said earlier" he said, she raised an eyebrow "It was out of line and uncalled for, I overreacted and I'm sorry" she looked at him for a moment and then half-smiled.
"I accept your apology, I shouldn't have lied" she said.
"Okay I'm glad that's over with" said Sherlock.
"Oh shut up Sherlock!" said Mary, Sherlock looked at Maryn shocked.
"So, he gets an apology and you tell me to shut up? You lied to me too!" complained Sherlock.
"Oh, shut up Sherlock" said John, Maryn and John smiled at each other while Sherlock sulked quietly by himself in his seat.
About a half hour passed, there was meaningless small talk exchanged between John and Maryn which Sherlock couldn't stand so he moved into a different compartment, which John and Maryn were perfectly fine with.
"How can you put up with Sherlock?" asked Maryn, a question she had been wanted to ask for a long time.
"He's not so bad once you get to know him" said John attempting to defend Sherlock.
"you'd be surprised how much I know him, and yes he still so bad" said Maryn, taking a sip of her water, she frowned and licked her lips, she still held the glass in her hand
"Something wrong" asked John.
"No, it's just that-" he was cut off by the beeping of her phone signaling she had a text, she still frowned as she picked up her phone to check it.
Her eyes widened, and she dropped the glass on the floor. Her breathing started to quicken, as she stood up plane. She instantly felt dizzy and had to steady herself by blindingly reached her arm rest.
"Maryn, Maryn are you alright?" asked John.
"SHERLOCK!" called Maryn, her breathing was getting staggered.
"Maryn, what's the matter?" asked John, very concerned.
She didn't respond, she was too out of breath she just looked at the text again.
I'm not stupid-JM
Sherlock then appeared at the doorway.
"What, you want to know my favorite vacation destination?" asked Sherlock sarcastically but he quickly assessed the situation and deduced what happened.
"John, don't drink the water" said Sherlock seriously.
Maryn, tried to keep her balance but found out that she was quickly loosing consciousness and toppled over into John Watson's arms, whom supported her as she began to slip away.
"Tell the pilot to land the plane" she muttered, her eyes drooping "Geoff and run 'way. Call, 'ennery, 'is name's on ma phone. 'e'll tell you wha you gotta do, ge' rid of ma pone after" she took a moment to breath "'eave me 'ere, 'e'll find me, I'll be fine"
She closed both her eyes and let the drug take over; she fell limp in John's arms. She was still breathing, and had a pulse, so John set her carefully down on the plane floor making sure she was comfortable and still alive.
"Now what?" asked John.
A/N: another chapter written and done, please tell me what you think and if you have any ideas I'd be happy to hear them, I do have a plotline but I wouldn't mind altering it, please review!
